Author's note: Sorachi Hideaki owns Gintama. This story is unbetaed and might NOT BE THE FULL VERSION due to site restrictions. My tumblr / wordpress / livejournal / AO3 has the full chapters but there will be delays in uploading there. I'd love some reviews! This story hmmm it's just a few chapters I wrote for Gintoki's birthday. A month's delay though. Haha. AU? Maybe. Difficult to digest the manga sometimes.

Chapter One: The Great Betrayal

It was over. He knew it was. It wasn't like he was still trying to convince himself of the reality of it.

Gintoki stood up from the bed, tired yet uneasy, and walked to the window. The curtains were flapping vigorously in the wind. The cloth hit his face but it did nothing to jolt him from the floating sensation he was experiencing.

It was the right thing to do. After all, Shouyou-sensei once told him that a man, no matter how strong or powerful he is, should always be true to his heart. And he did follow his heart because he was fed up with being smothered and with… settling. How uncharacteristic of him to sacrifice another person's happiness for his own. His old mentor was long dead but he kept his teachings imbibed in his heart.

While drinking at, or rather with the old lady Otose one late afternoon, she told him, "I know you. You'll do what you have to do." That was zero kinds of helpful to him. After a few more drinks, he strode to the door but stopped when he heard more from her.

"Gintoki. It's the guilt. You can't escape it either way." The old lady sure knew how to threaten him.

He still went through with it. He never listened to Otose anyway. There's also the money he owed her for rent. She probably wouldn't give him good advice because of that.

He was wrong, as usual, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter at all. Life teaches us things through the mistakes we make. The catch is that you can never ever go back.

The wind grew stronger and his hair tickled his face – his eyes and even his cheeks. Dealing with such a mess, he was unable to even get a simple haircut. Memories flooded his mind and an ache emerged from his chest. He turned sharply from the window, intending to leave immediately but he caught sight of the bed and the small table with a drawer next to it.

She lay sideways on the bed, patting the empty space in front of her and giggling. She was being playful again and he hated it. He was not in the mood for games.

"Come to me, Gin-san." She shifted her thighs and her short dress hiked up a few more inches, displaying more of her body to him. Her underwear was bright pink, visible between her thighs and looking very slim.

He sighed and kicked off his boots then lay next to her, his hand automatically smoothing her thighs but avoiding her panties. He was not going to get sucked in to this again.

"You're in a bad mood again," she breathed into his ear, "I'll calm you down." Then her hands were rubbing his chest and they were kissing. It felt good. She felt so good. His hand slid to her bottom, finally feeling the bright pink silk she was wearing.

She moaned his name and buried her fingers in his hair like he was going to disappear and she just wanted to hold on to him. It should have hurt but their kiss was wonderful and she was slender and soft against him.

"A- Are you feeling more relaxed now?" She was panting with her leg wrapped around his waist. He could feel the desire manifesting in his body.

He kissed her neck and ground himself between her thighs. "No. I think I'm getting even tenser."

The giggling started again and he stopped himself from cringing. "I bet it's 'cause of me."

"Sacchan." His voice was serious. "I'm going home."

She pouted like he was playing a joke. "But we were starting to have fun."

He wanted to tell her that she was the only one enjoying it. "I… Kagura's alone in the house and I should stay with her. It's really late." Excuses, he's very good at making them.

"She's a big girl now. She can take care of herself. I taught her how to."

That's what he was afraid of. "I have to check on her."

"But Okita-san is with her-"

"That's what I'm afraid of."

She was quiet for a minute, staring at him, impassive. He thought she would start crying again and make a scene to turn him into a guilty mess but instead she nodded and ran her fingers through his hair a few times. "Your hair's gotten longer…" she murmured.

He kept silent.

"Can I cut it, Gin-san?"

"WHAT?"

She sat up and opened the drawer of the small table next to the bed. In her hands were a pair of scissors and a comb. "Come on," she said as she arranged the pillows for his head and asked him to bend forward. She started immediately, combing and cutting his locks, and he let her. There was no way he was going to argue with her when she had a pair of scissors in her hands and his neck was vulnerable.

A few minutes of silence passed and he shifted his head, feeling a few muscle spasms on one side. His forehead lay on the soft pillows and it was a few moments before he realized that they were her breasts. Feeling indulgent, he rubbed his cheek on one. Sacchan did not react and continued cutting his hair.

He pressed against them some more, with opportunity. Then he reached up and slid her dress off her shoulders, exposing the top of a bra that matched her underwear.

He heard the sound of metal hit the ground.

Her hands had let go of the tools and were now busy with freeing her body of the dress. "I hope you like it," she smiled. "I'm done with your hair, I mean."

The Yorozuya place and the area around it were silent except for the sound of Tama sweeping the ground. She waved mechanically at him but made no move to get closer and have their usual chat. That was fine. He told her to stay away. He was not going to let her give him a piece of her mind – err, chip.

It was near dark and he almost tripped while dragging his feet up the stairs. Habit made him gaze at the roof but he found no one there. He slid the doors open, found everything to be neat, and decided that Shinpachi had stopped by earlier but was now gone.

There were piles of his JUMP and, um, porn magazines near the couch. He kicked them and watched with satisfaction as they scattered and started a chaos of their own. Then he wiped the dirt on his boots on the rug. It was a fantastic mess.

Seething, he resolved to berate Shinpachi tomorrow for not following his instructions. He was not supposed to clean up this place. He had not done it for a long time because his home was being well-organized somehow. Then shit happened – Gintoki himself caused it – and now the place keeps accumulating disorder with no one to address it. Shinpachi wanted to help but no, Gintoki wanted to feel the jumble of his new life. The one that came with his freedom.

Kagura was in the kitchen, munching on a variety of food and using the laptop. Sougo had given it to her so they could talk without seeing each other in person. They usually tried to beat up each other then. Sure enough, the sadist's face was on screen. His eyes trailed to Gintoki which made Kagura look at him too and within seconds, her palm slammed the device shut.

He shrugged and withdrew to his room to lie on the futon. It seemed like he couldn't find a comfortable position since the floorboards were digging into his skin. Huffing, he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling then immediately wondered why he was even looking there.

There was a haphazardly repaired hole on the roof. Exactly that spot right over him.

He woke to an ear-splitting scream. A wonderful contribution by Shinpachi. It was too early for him to be up but then by the time the boy usually roused him, it was time to tune-in to Ketsuno Ana on the TV.

It was weird how he caught the words: disgusting, shameless, and sin coming from the glasses member of their trio. With much effort, he opened his eyes and lifted – or attempted to lift – his hand to wipe off the sleep from his lids. Something was weighing on his arm.

He turned his head into a mass of tangles and sneezed into it. Then it moved and he heard a sound from whatever was on top of him. Gintoki found himself staring into a purple woman. Well, at least most of her was purple. Her long hair, the eye make-up – except her eyes were kind of gray, her lips and then he looked down to see her clad only in purplish underwear that were several sizes too small for her figure.

He stared and stared and stared. Her breasts, full and bouncy were almost spilling out of the garment. She gasped, a slight sound that made him look back at her face. There was a mark below her right eye – he didn't notice it at first, and her gaze was on him – surprised. The purple lipstick smudged towards her right cheek but still colored her lips enough to fascinate him. They were parted, by the way, and she let out a few shaky breaths.

"I didn't…?" He didn't really know.

How vividly he recalled that.

They talked about it later when they were both dressed. Actually, she was wrapped in his signature yukata – Shinpachi made him give it to her. She only gave him her first name, Sacchan, and reminded him of what happened the night before. He might have been too drunk to remember, she said, but they met at a bar and danced then shared a few kisses. When she was about to leave, he convinced her to come home with him. Then this led to that…

He thought that she was a big fat – well, kind of sexy – liar but he didn't say anything. First of all, he never danced. Not even when he was drunk. Second, he would not forget kissing and fucking a woman who looked like that no matter how intoxicated he was. He wondered why she would choose to trick him, out of all people, into marriage. He was poor, jobless, and his goddamn hair never let him catch a break with any woman.

Immediately, he made it clear that there was no way he was going to marry her. She waved it off but he had a feeling she was going to stick around. Eventually, they started dating and this really led to that. But before they set out, she asked him to beat up her rat-faced ex-boyfriend. Fortunately, she didn't bring him to meet her parents. She ran away from home when she was thirteen and never looked back.

In the beginning, it was a mix of amazing and frustrating. He discovered her hyperactive and clingy personality. At first, he didn't mind since it felt good to be doted on and the sex was mind-blowing. Plus, she let him do whatever he wanted. She kept his house in order and let him stay over at her place where there was an actual comfortable bed and real food.

A few months in their relationship, they had a big fight. He confirmed that she was lying about them meeting at a bar. She had only fallen through his roof, hence the hole. It seemed like an utterly manipulative plot. For weeks, he refused to see her or speak to her no matter how persistent she was. She camped on his roof and spoke to him but he shut her out. Women were complications. It was a big mistake to even start a relationship. And it had to be with a crazy one like her.

He found her hiding in cabinets and drawers – how the hell did she fit? She also hid behind their large bathroom mirror but an ingenious Yorozuya prank scared her away. She followed him around Kabuki-cho and threatened to harm any female that would try to come near him. She mistook Otae, Otose and even Zura to be his new lovers.

Her annoying presence caused him to form a habit of swatting or kicking her away. It didn't last long. He felt much remorse afterwards and nothing could console him, not even sugar overload. But sex did the trick and only then did he realize how much of their companionship he really missed – the cuddling, the kissing, the intimacy and the small sweet talks with the touching. It was sickening but he couldn't resist.

Much of his feelings of being an ass came from when he found out from Zenzou, a distant relative of Sacchan's who attended the same school as her. The night she stumbled on to his bed was the night she was trying to run away from a long time suitor of hers who was trying to rape her. No wonder most of her clothes were gone then. As penitence, he hunted down the bastard and beat him to pulp. He didn't tell Sacchan, she didn't need to know.

Kagura's boisterous laughter reached his ears and snapped him back to the present. He had no watch with him but he felt it was time. So he dressed and walked outside, passing by the kitchen where Kagura almost slammed the laptop shut again but he told her he was leaving and there was no need to as long as Sougo wasn't naked. She turned the screen away from him in haste.

"You out all night, Gin-chan?"

"Hmm… maybe till noon tomorrow. You'll be okay here, right? You're a big girl. You can handle anything here."

She nodded absently. "Yup Gin-chan." She took at peek at the screen and typed something. "Don't worry about me."

"I'm not worried about you. I'm worried for Sougo… the trauma you'll cause him if he comes over…"

"HAHAHA. Bye Gin-chan!"

"Bye, Kagura."

Gintoki took off on his motorcycle. The drive to Yoshiwara won't be long but he was always impatient in getting there. For something new in his life, it didn't take much for him to adjust. Where his heart was at peace, he would find a way.

He secured his ride at the usual place, paying a young boy to watch it for the night. The place he walked into was full of people – drinking, singing, and public displays of affection. Naked women danced while men grabbed their breasts and fingered their special spots. Gintoki looked appreciatively at them for a few seconds but went on his way soon enough.

The back stairs was well hidden but for men like him with a special rendezvous, it was a shared secret.

She met him in the usual quarters. Her name is Tsukuyo. She had told him her last name but said it had to be a secret. Her hair was always in a bun, which he liked because he was fond of freeing the strands from her clip and watching her hair fall to make her more beautiful. Her face was always free of any make-up. She did not bother to cover up the scars on her face – a birth accident in the past. They were barely seen, just light and shiny lines on her forehead and cheek. Her eyes were purple and magnificent. Her lips were plump, soft and tasted like nicotine. He was addicted to them.

She always dressed in full clothing, of brilliant, eye-catching colors. Her foster sister, Hinowa, always fussed about her dresses. Gintoki heard her saying that she will forgive her for doing without make-up but her clothes have to be exquisite. He didn't mind, undressing her slowly was part of the appeal. But that would come later.

Whenever they meet, they share kisses and touches but never go all the way immediately. Despite the Yoshiwara setting, their relationship was not all about sex. Gintoki wanted to get to know her more and if he wasn't already, he knew she was special enough for him to fall in love with her. Still, their long night talks, the slight kisses and glances, this led to passionate embraces. He wanted her in every way possible.

She was the reason he left his old life with Sacchan. Tsukuyo made him happy. Since they met, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Their first encounter was fate, he believed. Tsukuyo was raised to become a prostitute and she would have gone on her first trial that night. But he stopped her, saying there was more to her, making every effort for her to believe him.

She did. Her uncle Jiraia was livid at first. He almost killed Gintoki but was convinced soon enough. Gintoki swore he would marry Tsukuyo if Jiraia let him. It was the only way she would divert from her intended path.

The minute he and Sacchan were over, he rushed to Tsukuyo and they were inseparable for days – talking, consoling, planning and making love. He was free. It had been her first time and it was special, extraordinary even. He did not regret committing to her.

She often held back as they made love, embarrassed in creating too much noise. Even as he teased her breasts, caressing the large mounds and suckling, she only whimpered slightly with heavy breathing.

"Don't hold back," he plunged into her as hard as he could so she would cry out.

Her face showed that she liked his actions but she bit her lip. "Jiraia will kill you if he finds out about us."

"He already knows and he approves, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"He doesn't know that we've been doing it?"

She shook her head.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No! Go on, Gintoki. I don't want you to stop." She started moving with him and it almost drove him to the edge. "I won't let him do anything to you, I swear… I'll fight him myself."

He laughed. Of course, Tsukuyo was also a skilled fighter. She also had perfect aim. His woman was completely badass.

When they were done, she touched his hair and smiled up at him.

"What? What is it?"

"You hair… It's longer…"

"Yeah?"

"I like it." She kissed him full on the mouth. "Don't cut it."

Gintoki smirked. "Okay. I won't."

Author's end note: I don't even know if this story will make sense! Anyway… Time flies. Chapter two soon. As for Mitsuketa, I'm still editing chapter 20. It's too long. :p